Chris Brown — Put Your Lighters Up Solo

[Chorus] Put your lighters up, put your lighters up Put your lighters up, put your lighters up Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Ha, look) Put your lighters up, put your hands in the air right now (Leggo) [Verse] Picture you butt-naked on some hundred thousand dollar sheets Hunnid miles an hour, blood pumpin', dammit, you a freak G-Girl, I love your booty, goin' HAM on your booty meat Girl, just watch me do it as I Dougie on your booty cheeks I'm gone, they say I'm flyer than a bitch Hydraulics in my car, nigga, watch me hit the switch But oh, no, I think my brain's on slow-mo I wear my own shit, and fuck your logos I'm Audi five-thousi like four Os And I don't wear clothes, I call it wardrobe [Interlude] Put your lighters up, put your lighters up [Bridge] We poppin' bottles in the club and Look at the ladies all up on us now Could give a fuck about a hater Countin' all this paper Tell the DJ to play it back now Come, girl, if you lonely And you know you wanna whine with me, girl And move your hips and sway Pull up, pull up, DJ Put your lighters in the air right now [Chorus] Put your lighters up, put your lighters up Put your lighters up, put your lighters up Put your lighters up, put your lighters up Put your lighters up, put your hands in the air right now